The Gate

The train went through the midnight gate,
the border between daylight of fantasy
and the real.
You and her, she and you,
and me.
Love sat across my bench,
laugh and dreams were beside me,
and myself.
With a song that sings
about a gate,
if I went through which,
I will meet you in the other side.
There is no more night for us,
it says.
Only flower meadows, laugh
and holding hands.

The train went through the summer gate,
the border between past fantasy
and the real.
I and you, you and me,
and us.
Love stays by me,
laugh and dreams are with me,
and ourselves.
With a story that tells
about my gate,
through which I have walked,
and found you in the other side.

16.05.16
by Frouwelinde
for my gate ~ Summer 2013, inspired by all my memorable journey with train since 2013 and the song "das Tor" by Faun :)

In the City of Lovely Memories

Small bench under the trees
In my beloved dreamy city
Heard already our cheerful memories
Sweet talks of many wishes

Statue of fairy tale king
In the middle of the green park
Listened silently to my whispering song
Along the way when you walked beside me

Black ravens and swans in the park
Thank to their feather I can keep memories
Of those short two days I always want back
To spend with you again, my dearest

To all those things in my beloved city
Can I tell you a secret?
That I really wish to be able to
express my feeling more than this ordinary words
to that dearest one

by Frouwelinde
Mai 2014
for those two days in Munich, 21-22 August 2013